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He was The Kid. The Splendid Splinter. Teddy Ballgame. One of the greatest figures of his generation, and arguably the greatest baseball hitter of all time. But what made Ted Williams a legend – and a lightning rod for controversy in life and in death? What motivated him to interrupt his Hall of Fame career twice to serve his country as a fighter pilot; to embrace his fans while tangling with the media; to retreat from the limelight whenever possible into his solitary love of fishing; and to become the most famous man ever to have his body cryogenically frozen after his death? New York Times bestselling author Leigh Montville, who wrote the celebrated Sports Illustrated obituary of Ted Williams, now delivers an intimate, riveting account of this extraordinary life.

Still a gangly teenager when he stepped into a Boston Red Sox uniform in 1939, Williams’s boisterous personality and penchant for towering home runs earned him adoring admirers--the fans--and venomous critics--the sportswriters. In 1941, the entire country followed Williams's stunning .406 season, a record that has not been touched in over six decades. At the pinnacle of his prime, Williams left Boston to train and serve as a fighter pilot in World War II, missing three full years of baseball. He was back in 1946, dominating the sport alongside teammates Dominic DiMaggio, Johnny Pesky, and Bobby Doerr. But Williams left baseball again in 1952 to fight in Korea, where he flew thirty-nine combat missions—crash-landing his flaming, smoke-filled plane, in one famous episode.

Ted Willams's personal life was equally colorful. His attraction to women (and their attraction to him) was a constant. He was married and divorced three times and he fathered two daughters and a son. He was one of corporate America's first modern spokesmen, and he remained, nearly into his eighties, a fiercely devoted fisherman. With his son, John Henry Williams, he devoted his final years to the sports memorabilia business, even as illness overtook him. And in death, controversy and public outcry followed Williams and the disagreements between his children over the decision to have his body preserved for future resuscitation in a cryonics facility--a fate, many argue, Williams never wanted.

With unmatched verve and passion, and drawing upon hundreds of interviews, acclaimed best-selling author Leigh Montville brings to life Ted Williams's superb triumphs, lonely tragedies, and intensely colorful personality, in a biography that is fitting of an American hero and legend.

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #36692 in Books
• Published on: 2005-03-15
• Released on: 2005-03-15
• Original language: English
• Number of items: 1
• Binding: Paperback
• 560 pages

Amazon.com Review
Leigh Montville's Ted Williams: The Biography of an American Hero is the definitive biography that baseball fans have been waiting for. Montville, who was a sports columnist for the Boston Globe and then a senior writer for Sports Illustrated is an admitted Red Sox and Williams fanatic, and his passion for his hero rings clearly from every page, along with his clear baseball expertise. But Montville does not hide Williams's flaws. The young Williams was temperamental and justified bad behavior with batting prowess that could excuse just about anything. Quick to anger, "the Kid" had a gift for foul language, too.

Montville's study offers insides accounts of Williams's obsessive development as a hitter and his constant struggle to perfect his swing (mistakenly called "natural" by sports writers with little understanding of his extensive preparation). The chapter on 1941, perhaps the greatest year in his career, draws on research and interviews never before published. Montville lets whole passages stand uninterrupted--from Williams's manager, Joe Cronin, from his teammate Dom DiMaggio, and from other players and baseball officials who tell the story of Williams's quest for a .400 batting average. The tale of the final day of the season (when he refused to be benched and went six for eight in a double header to jump from .39955 to his final total, .406) is as pulse-pounding as any thriller.

Alongside its essential focus on Williams's baseball life, the book also delves into his military service during both World War II and the Korean War, his passion for sports fishing, and his commitment to helping children through the Jimmy Fund. Finally, Montville devotes a chapter to the controversy after Williams's death, exposing the back-and-forth among Williams's heirs in the bizarre decision to freeze his body in a cryogenic warehouse in Scottsdale, Arizona.

Montville's biography makes a good case that Williams was, if not the greatest hitter ever to play the game, certainly among them. For his focused, scientific approach to hitting, Williams is unmatched in the history of the game. His life, marred perhaps by a temper and occasional immaturity that soured his reputation in Boston, is one of true sports greatness. Early in the book, Montville argues that Williams is less appreciated today than he might be because he played out most of his 19-year career in the era before televised highlights. But with Montville's efforts to capture first-hand accounts of Williams's achievements, The Splendid Splinter's legacy is assured. --Patrick O'Kelley

From Publishers Weekly
Montville, who also penned the bestselling bio about racer Dale Earnhart (The Altar of Speed), covers all of Williams's heroic achievements-a Hall of Fame baseball career, two tours of duty as a Marine fighter pilot, an unmatched thirst for the thrill of the outdoors. But thanks to the author's ability to track down new sources of information, Montville presents a more nuanced portrayal of the baseball star than many previous biographies. The Kid, as Williams was known, is brought to life with portraits supplied from the people who made up Williams's very compartmentalized life. Distinct recollections of his former teammates, fishing buddies, former lovers, caretakers, family members and brothers in arms coupled with Montville's ability to display each memory in its own context gives readers an extraordinary glimpse into Williams's complex psyche. Though he admits to worshipping Williams as a youth, Montville's crisp prose holds nothing back when it comes to exposing Williams's many flaws, his heartbreaking final years and the controversy surrounding his death. Relying on his years as a sports writer, Montville is also able to subtly shift the tone of the book to fit Williams's personality as he evolved from an energetic youth to a cantankerous star, from America's bigger-than-life legend to a bedridden invalid. Sure, Teddy Ballgame was an American icon, but Montville's ability to show the darker and lighter human sides of Williams is a pretty remarkable achievement in its own right.
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From The Washington Post

By general if not entirely unanimous consent, Theodore Samuel Williams was the greatest pure hitter in the history of baseball. As a teenager beginning his career in the minor leagues in the late 1930s, he was taught patience at the plate -- "Get a good ball to hit," was how his coach, Rogers Hornsby, another Hall of Famer, put it -- and he practiced it for the rest of his long, incredibly accomplished career. Beginning with the Boston Red Sox in 1939 and ending with that same club in 1960, he had a lifetime batting average of .344, hit 521 home runs and batted in 1,839 runs -- all this despite missing nearly five full seasons because of military service in World War II and Korea -- and had an astonishing slugging average of .634.

All these numbers are well known to baseball fans, indeed are totemic, like Babe Ruth's 714 home runs and Nolan Ryan's 5,668 strikeouts. So too is .406: Williams's batting average in 1941, the last time any major-league ballplayer hit above .400, a feat that is beginning to look just about as impossible as running a mile in 3:30 or high-jumping 10 feet. Williams rolled up a lot of numbers and took great pride in them, to the extent that the Boston sportswriters who so reviled him took it as an article of faith that he put himself above his team, an accusation that the record simply does not support.

It certainly is true, though, that Williams was an extraordinarily difficult human being. The child of a classically dysfunctional family -- inattentive mother obsessed with religious proselytizing, drunken father rarely on the scene -- he had nothing approximating a normal upbringing and exhibited the consequences throughout his long adult life. There were plenty of them. He was immature, self-centered, crass, profane, rude, satyric, bombastic, loutish. He had a soft spot for children and was celebrated in New England for his work on behalf of the Jimmy Fund, which sponsors research into children's cancer, but he had precious little time for his own three children, his two daughters most particularly.

Williams's life fell into three divisions: before baseball, baseball and after baseball. Leigh Montville gives only passing attention to the first, about the right space to the second, and far, far too much to the third. At more than 500 pages, Ted Williams: The Biography of an American Hero is just about as long as Richard Ben Cramer's Joe DiMaggio: The Hero's Life (2000) and just about as bad. The press-box profundities with which Montville's prose is riddled are ludicrous on their face -- "The landscape of the past lies somewhere under the landscape of the present. That is a fact. An erector set of change might have been constructed to obscure the gridwork of memory . . . but the past is still down there at the bottom" -- and so, too, are his feeble attempts at psychological insight. The book would be twice as good at half the length, and it would be even better if someone else -- almost anyone else -- had written it.

This is a pity, because Montville did a vast amount of work and assembled a vast amount of raw material. Unfortunately, he does not seem to have had the foggiest idea how to digest it, how to discriminate between what is important and what is not. Rather than absorb the most revealing information from his hundreds of interviews into his own narrative voice, he allows people to rattle on in direct quotation for paragraph after paragraph, sometimes page after page. The transcript of an interview (conducted by someone else) of Williams's third wife, Dolores, runs 14 full pages, though Montville could have boiled the insights it provides into a couple of paragraphs.

All this undigested verbiage might be bearable if it yielded fresh information about Williams's life and career, if it helped us toward a keener understanding of this tempestuous, troubled man, but almost everything here is familiar, in essence if not in every detail. We know that Williams had exceptional powers of concentration, sharp eyesight (though not abnormally so) and was endlessly curious about the craft, or art, or science (as he called it) of hitting. We know that he feuded noisily and obscenely with the Boston sportswriters -- "the Knights of the Keyboard," as he called them -- most of whom seem to have been every bit as loutish as he was. We know that he visited sick children in hospitals, but also that he spat at the press box and the fans in Fenway Park.

We know that he refused to wear a necktie or tip his cap. We know that he flew 39 combat missions in Korea and walked away from a 200-miles-per-hour crash landing. We know that he failed miserably in the 1946 World Series, the only one in which he played, though we don't really know why. We know that in the 1957 season, at the end of which he was 39 years old, he led the league with two breathtaking statistics -- a .388 batting average and a .731 slugging average -- and threw in 38 home runs for good measure. We know that to universal astonishment he agreed to manage the Washington Senators in 1969, and led this famously inept crew -- first in war, first in peace, last in the American League -- to an 86-76 record and a fourth-place finish, for which he was named Manager of the Year. We also know that in the three subsequent seasons -- in the last of which the Senators metamorphosed into the Texas Rangers -- he managed on automatic pilot, with drearier results each year.

We know that with the expert assistance of John Underwood he wrote several books, the best of which is his autobiography, My Turn at Bat. We know that he spent much of his interminable post-baseball years in the Florida Keys, where he fished expertly and obsessively. We know that each of his three marriages ended messily. We know that he was victimized by a scam artist, who got him into the memorabilia and autograph businesses and eventually bilked him of somewhere between $1.5 and $3 million. We know, finally, that immediately after his death in 2002, his body was shipped off to Arizona by his son, the late John Henry Williams, to be frozen at the Alcor Life Extension Foundation in Scottsdale, a bizarre conclusion to what was in many ways a bizarre life.

To these bare bones of Williams's story Montville adds the occasional amusing or interesting fillip. In 1961, for example, Williams repeatedly ignored pleas from the White House that he attend a function at the Kennedy family compound on Cape Cod. "I've seen that message every day for three or four days," a friend told him. "They really want you. Shouldn't you tell 'em something?" To which Williams replied, "Tell 'em I'm a Nixon fan." It is useful to be reminded that though Williams served willingly and even proudly in World War II, he was "livid" about being recalled to Korea. Later he excoriated "gutless politicians," and said: "They picked on me because I was a ballplayer and widely known. I was at the height of my earning power. I had already served three years. My career was short enough without having it interrupted twice." He was right on all counts.

He was many things, but he was not a "hero." Montville acknowledges (which is more than Cramer did in his biography of DiMaggio) that an "athletic hero . . . is an artificial hero," but insists that the crash landing in Korea put him in "a separate category of folk hero." Sorry about that, but it won't wash. Saving one's own life can be brave, resourceful or just about anything you want to call it except heroic. Heroic acts rise above and beyond the self. One would be hard pressed indeed to find any such acts in Ted Williams's life.

One final note. In an "Author's Addendum," Montville publishes, in full, the obituary of Williams that he wrote for Sports Illustrated. Somehow I missed it at the time. It is an appalling piece of work, execrably written, far more about Montville than about Williams. From first word to last it is an embarrassment -- to the reader, but obviously not to the author. It is difficult to explain its inclusion in this book as anything except shameless narcissism.

Copyright 2004, The Washington Post Co. All Rights Reserved.

Customer Reviews

The Definitive Biography of Ted Williams
What Richard Cramer did for a biography on Joe DiMaggio, Leigh Montville has done for a biography on Ted Williams. The book is nearly 500 pages long, and I remained riveted to it until I finished it in a few days. All facets of Ted's personality, warts and all, are included in providing us with information on Ted's dysfunctional family, his love of fishing on the Florida Keys and the Miramichi River in New Brunswick, his initial success in managing the Washington Senators, his hair trigger temper that produced a string of profanities, his difficulties with his marriage partners, and his experiences in World War II and the Korean War. In regard to baseball his obsession with hitting led to his goal of being known as the greatest hitter that ever lived. Ted paid the price to reach his goal in studying hitting as no other hitter has ever done before. He enjoyed picking the brain of Hall of Famer Rogers Hornsby who told Williams the secret in hitting is getting a good ball to hit. By this he meant getting ahead in the count (2-0 or 3-1) so the pitcher was put in a situation where he would throw the pitch you, the batter, would be looking for to hit. The book is full of anecdotes of Williams's teammates and opponents from his playing days. It also includes the controversial freezing of Williams's body by son John Henry and sister Claudia while Williams's first child, Bobby-Jo opposed it. Whether Ted, himself, approved of this is left open to question. To me, an interesting story is told by one of his nurses, Virginia Hiley-Self, a Christian, said that Ted Williams accepted the fact that God forgives and provides eternal life. "He prayed," Hiley-Self says. "He knew that Christ was his savior." I have read other biographies of "Teddy Ballgame", but this effort by Leigh Montville stands above the others. Williams's last few years were marred by poor health, but he lived a full life serving his country in two wars, carving out a Hall of Fame baseball career, and fishing for game fish on the Florida Keys and for salmon on the Miramichi River. His was a life fully lived and Leigh Montville has done a wonderful job in presenting all sides of the personality of Ted Williams. To me, this rates as the top baseball book of the year, and maybe even the top biography of anyone for the year.

Perfection Requires Constant Practice
Leigh Montville's biography of Ted Williams is exhaustive in its analysis of one of baseball's greatest hitters. At times childish and self-absorbed, but always focused upon his art, Ted Williams emerges as a troubled genius in this wonderful book. Some of the anecdotes about Williams' intensity evoke a character who loves a few things in life to obsessive delight while ignoring almost everyone and everything else. An absolute master in the science of hitting a baseball, Williams loves his talent and nourishes it in a way that illuminates how beautiful, powerful, and fragile is the human desire to achieve greatness. A must for baseball fans.

Donald Gallinger is the author ofThe Master Planets

Exceptional Writing about an Extraordinary Life
This is a magnificent book.
It is difficult to delineate why this book is so special. Perhaps the book succeeds based on the fact that Ted Williams was a much larger than life person, with great achievements, extraordinary character, heroic courage, and tragic flaws. Or, the book could be so wonderful because of the writing talents of Leigh Montville. Either way, this book is appealing to a wide range of readers: Red Sox fans, baseball followers, or even those who have a general interest in the history of 20th century America.
As a sports book, this is a gem. And as a biography, it is exceptional.
Although not as well known as a David Halberstam or David Remnick, I feel confident in saying that Leigh Montville is as great a writer and biographer. Among those who have followed his work for decades with the Boston Globe and Sports Illustrated, Montville is known as the sportswriter's writer. When you want to see a very unusual feature story, or a conventional story with a unique point of view, Montville is the writer to read. This is a "sports" book which could well qualify for all of the biography book awards this year.
You will not regret putting this book at the top of your reading list. Wonderful work! TEN stars!